On the far west coast of Ireland sits an old castle that one cannot find on a satellite map, for it is one that guests can only find by following the written directions from the lord of the manor. The legends say the castle is haunted by a mythical Irish fairy called the Gancanagh who steals hearts and sanity, and can only be seen by those guests deemed worthy of his charms, no matter if they are male or female, or hopefully both.
There is also the lore of the milk maiden, Maeve, the peasant girl who, during the very late middle ages and while working on the dairy farm as a young woman, fell to the charms of of this male siren. For many months they were secret lovers as he, in his human form, worked as a farm hand, during which, after darkness they would steal away inside the barns and the castle and make passionate love. For the buxom and voluptuous Maeve her lover took her physically and emotionally to places the Lord of the Manor never could. However, once the Lord found out about their secret love, he killed both the young lovers, stabbing them through the hearts as they made love for one final time and were in the throes of a mutual orgasm in the castle stable.
However, despite their untimely and gruesome demise, both the Gancanagh and the lovely maiden's spirits lived on, never leaving the castle. For centuries the two have lived in an eternal ghostly prison whereby they can see and speak, but neither touch nor taste, the other. For the Gancanagh and the maiden to do so, the legend says, is to find a couple who possess that which they had at the time of their mating, an insatiable desire and an unquenchable thirst for the love and pleasure of the other. Such a couple, as they had unfortunately found out, had never been found within the walls of the castle where their carnal craving spirits reside and long to escape from and seek with each other the loving adventure both so desperately want.
The secrets of the Gancanagh and the maiden were, until not to many years ago when Countess Ehrin found hidden in the castle their well preserved love letters, in which were concealed every romantic thought and erotic desire the couple had and with which they wanted to share with each other. The letters gave evidence of the centuries old stories about the doomed lovers whom, as a child growing up within the castle walls, she had heard and now knew to be true. She also believed their ghosts existed, and after she read the letters, recalled how as a young nubile late teenager she would often had fantastical erotic dreams in which she swore were real. However, every time she awoke, though her womanhood felt tender and her wetness seeped from between her legs, no real lover was to be found.
What she did not realize was that though the Gancanagh made love to her, the maiden Maeve looked on as her soul mate quenched his carnal desires and that often the ghostly pair would both make love to Ehrin as she slept. The pair had done so to all of the men and women whom they had found desirable and whom had slept within the walls of the castle. Even the lord of the manor had been taken advantage of in his dreams as had the countless others whom had visited over the centuries. Yet, for the lovers to be freed from the walls of the castle, they both needed to join souls with a like minded couple, which they had yet to find. After the countess had discovered the letters, the ghosts appeared to her one night in a very erotic dream in which they told her more about their love and desire to explore all the pleasures the world had to offer and the need to find the right couple.
Fortunately the Countess was fluent in the Gaelic and thus understood every word the departed lovers said in both their letters and her dream. Unfortunately for the Countess, as she soon discovered with her husband, they were not the lovers whom the couple sought to escape their eternal prison. For though she loved her very rich older husband, he did not desire her the way she longed to be desired. It was only through the discovery of the right couple, as the ghosts regularly reminded her in her erotic dreams, that the Countess knew she could free the insatiable lovers. Thus it was that every year she would recruit potential candidates from her and her husband's circle of friends, which she dubbed the "Clover Club."
